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Scaramouche

"Huh?!"

"No! Absolutely the fuck not!"

"You are not staying!"

Thoma

"Just until Y/N wakes up! I just want to talk!"

Scaramouche

"Okay, well they don't want to talk to you!"

Thoma 

"And how the fuck do you know that?!"

Thoma's sorrow quickly morphed into anger, and he yelled, his voice raw with emotion. The sudden shift caught Scaramouche off guard, his surprise turning into wary caution. 

Thoma's eyes blazed with a mix of hurt and fury as he directed his rage towards Scaramouche, his sorrowful sobs now replaced by the fierce intensity of his anger.

Thoma

"Huh?! How do you know that for sure?!"

Scaramouche

"Because you're an asshole! You're an asshole, and they hate you!"

Thoma's anger surged, fueling an argument that erupted between him and Scaramouche. Words flew like daggers in the tense air, each accusing the other of past wrongs and failures. 

Thoma's voice cracked with emotion as he vented his frustrations and grievances, while Scaramouche countered with sharp retorts, his own defenses high. The room filled with the charged energy of their conflict.

Thoma

"I don't care if they hate me! In fact — I'm well aware that they hate me!"

Scaramouche

"Get the fuck out!"

Scaramouche's voice grew hoarse and worn from the relentless arguing. Each word he spoke carried the weight of fatigue and frustration, strained by the intensity of the confrontation. His tone fluctuated between defiance and weariness as the argument dragged on.

Thoma

"Please..."

"Please let me talk to them. That's all I ask..."

"I'll do anything..."

Scaramouche

"You can't bribe me, whore."

It would indeed be quite ironic for Scaramouche to use an inappropriate nickname during such a tense and serious moment.

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You

"Let the whore speak."

Slowly, you stirred from unconsciousness, feeling the weight of your surroundings pressing in on your senses. The room was dimly lit, the air heavy with tension and the faint scent of blood. 

As your eyelids fluttered open, your vision blurred momentarily then sharpened to reveal Thoma and Scaramouche locked in a heated argument nearby. 

Their voices echoed off the walls, mixing anger and exhaustion in equal measure. Gradually, you became aware of the throbbing pain in your torso, a reminder of the recent chaos that had unfolded.

Thoma

"!..."

Scaramouche

"Wh... Y/N!... You're awake!"

You

"I've been... Trying to awaken myself."

"Scara, leave."

Thoma

So he wasn't lying... He wasn't after them...

Scaramouche

"... What?..."

You

"I said..."

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"Leave."

Scaramouche shot Thoma an angry glare, his eyes flashing with frustration and resentment. Without another word, he maneuvered his way through the remnants of the shattered barricade of furniture. 

His movements were swift and purposeful, the tension in the room palpable as he navigated the debris with determined steps.

You

"..."

Thoma

"..."

The silence between you and Thoma stretched on, thick and heavy, creating an awkward tension in the room. Neither of you seemed to know what to say, the weight of past actions and unspoken words hanging between you like an invisible barrier. 

Thoma shifted uncomfortably, his eyes occasionally darting towards you before quickly looking away, the awkwardness shown in every hesitant movement.

You

"Talk."

Thoma

"What?"

You

"Talk. You didn't hear me the first time?"

Thoma

"No, I..."

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"I mean- Yes, I did hear you the first time..."

The awkwardness was so overwhelming that Thoma began choking on his own words. He tried to speak, but the weight of the silence and the tension made it difficult for him to form coherent sentences. 

His attempts to break the silence came out as stutters and half-formed phrases, each one swallowed by the thick, uncomfortable air between you. 

His face flushed with embarrassment as he struggled to find the right words, the silence only growing heavier with each passing second.

You

"So get on with it."

"Talk."

Thoma stayed silent for a long time. He had thought he would know exactly what to say to you, but now that he was in the moment, his mind went blank. The carefully rehearsed words vanished, leaving him fumbling for something to say. 

His throat tightened as he struggled to piece together his thoughts, the silence stretching out uncomfortably as he searched for a way to break the ice.

You

"... Well?..."

Thoma

"I... Uh..."

"Sorry, I-"

You

"If you don't actually have anything to say about me, go on."

"Leave."

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"The door's right there. Or... What's left of the door."

Thoma

"Y/N, I..."

You

"What, you're sorry?"

Thoma's attempts to speak faltered, and he finally gave up. He fell silent, his gaze dropping to the floor before slowly rising to meet yours. His eyes were filled with shame, a silent apology evident in his expression. 

The weight of his unspoken words and the regret he felt were etched deeply into his face, communicating what he couldn't find the strength to say aloud.

Thoma

"..."

You

"Of fucking course you're sorry."

"Oh! Thoma! Don't leave me, please! I'll do anything! Ahh!"

You broke most of the silence with a bitter laugh, mimicking the desperate pleas you had uttered to Thoma three years ago. "Please, Thoma, don't leave me," you mocked, your voice dripping with sarcasm as you repeated the exact words.

Thoma flinched at the sound of your mocking tone, the shame in his eyes deepening. The memory of that day hung heavy between you, and your harsh imitation only served to underline the painful history you both shared. His shoulders slumped, the weight of his past actions pressing down on him even more.

You

"Huh. Can't believe I acted that way back then... So fucking embarrassing."

"Wouldn't you agree, Thoma?"

Thoma

"..."

You

"Silence?..."

"You're still as boring as ever."

Thoma

"I shouldn't have done those things... I didn't mean to hurt-"

You

"Oh no. Don't pull that bullshit on me."

"You did mean to hurt me."

"I know you did."

Thoma

"Listen, Y/N- You think this is easy for me?! You think I wanted things to end up like... Like... Like this?!" 

He stuttered. Your mocking tone quickly escalated the tension, and Thoma's initial silence gave way to a defensive outburst. 

You

"What the fuck?! Easy for you?!"

"Do you even understand what you put me through?!"

"The begging, the pleading — I was at my fucking lowest and you just left like it was nothing!"

Both of your voices raised in volume.

Thoma's face flushed with a mix of anger and regret.

The argument intensified, both of you caught in a storm of unresolved emotions, each word thrown like a weapon, cutting deeper into old wounds. The room seemed to close in around you, the air thick with years of unspoken hurt and frustration.

Thoma

"I was just so mad! I was so angry at you for hurting Ayato!"

You

"Ayato?!"

As Thoma mentioned Ayato, you let out a bitter, offended laugh.

You

"Of fucking course! It's always been Ayato, hasn't it?!"

"Ayato this, Ayato that, just shut the fuck up about him for once!"

Thoma

"Listen- I'm trying to make things right, but you won't let me!"

You

"Do you think it's just that easy to let things go?! You hurt me so bad, Thoma!"

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"You called me a monster!"